Galway, one way

Hi everybody! I had started writing this post two days ago already, but then I felt strange, a weird tingling in my hands telling me to stop. Maybe just a stupid way to avoid bad luck, but you never know! I told myself: shut everything down and write again when everything will be turned into reality.

Well, I followed my instinct, and here I am, writing about something I don’t know how to write about. It’s not easy to talk about a dream coming true. Too often it’s even hard to catch the right moment it happens. I know that for me it was yesterday. But when exactly? Maybe when I said goodbye to my friends? When I got on the bus in Dublin, or when I got off it in Galway? Perhaps when I entered my new accomodation?

Maybe I have a clue: the clouds! Them, always. I’m always lost in the clouds when I’m in Galway, daydreaming of my castles in the sky. Finally, I’m in my Kingdom, the one in which I can be myself, where nobody would dare to tell me to come down to earth.

After five years of trying my best to find the right place for every little piece of the big puzzle; after working to find resources that could bring me closer to my destination month after month; after having made friends with my good luck (it asks for some persistence as well); after living for five years with a dream which sometimes seemed to fade away, just to come back even brighter than before; after learning to live as if I had not that dream inside my head, just to avoid useless explanations for others, now I’m here, in Galway.